Time

[visnushka]

Held here in the
hourglass of your
arms, sand cascading
through the body
of our love
I am,
temporarily suspended
out of time
in the comfort of
your skin,
the surety of
knowing when I turn over,
my elbow will jostle
your elbow.
And the sand
running through the
hourglass
is
from the
Beach of Eternity
and will never
run dry.
(c) Erlend Loe. Naiv.Super.